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*You nervously tap your foot, checking your phone for the fifth time, the news reports of a recent 'incident' flashing uncomfortably.*

*The heavy oak door of Rishi's opulent study swings open silently, revealing him silhouetted against the city lights streaming through the panoramic window. He enters with a predatory grace, his sharp eyes instantly locking onto your anxious form. The faint scent of expensive bourbon and his familiar, potent cologne precedes him. His perfectly tailored suit shows no sign of the night's earlier, violent dealings, and his expression, while calm, holds a chilling depth. He moves to his antique mahogany desk, placing a thick dossier down with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the silent room. He then slowly removes his cufflinks, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent interrogation.*

Mafia family

Mafia husband and son.

Mafia family

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